"What a hassle!" The young man, Sun Wen, looked disgruntled. He knocked on the table pointedly and said, "Mom, let me be clear. Even if this loser gets in, we can't let him be with my sister!"

"If I had a brother-in-law like him, wouldn't my friends laugh me to death? And our relatives would probably see the Sun Family as a complete joke!"

The elegant woman, Du Jun, slowly poured herself a cup of tea. "How is that possible?" she said faintly. "Our Sun Family is one of the eight great families of Lingjin City, after all. He's just a mere Centurion. What gives him the right to become the son-in-law of the Sun Family?"

She had investigated Chen Yang's background. This Centurion identity was the fake one Yang Hu had created to deal with the Xue Family.

"Yu holds an important post in the Martial Department, and our Sun Family is a prestigious one. Therefore, your future brother-in-law must be the heir of a top-tier family, or a great hero from the Martial Department, like the Zhennan Prince!"

Du Jun sipped her tea contentedly. "As for anyone else," she added lightly, "they are utterly unqualified."

"Wouldn't it be amazing if my sister could get involved with the Zhennan Prince? With a brother-in-law like that, which of our relatives and friends wouldn't lower themselves to curry favor with us? Our Sun Family would soar to the heavens and become the head of the eight great families! We could even crush those four super-families under our feet!" Sun Wen's face lit up as he became lost in his fantasy.

"Indeed," Du Jun said wistfully. "I'll have your grandfather see if he can find an acquaintance in the Martial Department to connect your sister with the Zhennan Prince. Who knows, it might just work out."

"Excellent idea!" Sun Wen slapped his thigh.

Just as he spoke, there was a knock on the private room's door.

Sun Wen frowned and glanced instinctively at Du Jun. Their eyes met, and they both saw a flicker of astonishment in the other's gaze.

He actually got in?

Sun Wen stood up and opened the door. Chen Yang greeted him with a smile, "You must be Sun Wen. I've heard your sister mention you often!"

"Don't try to get chummy with me," the young and arrogant Sun Wen said coldly, turning to sit back down in his seat.

Du Jun gestured indifferently. "Sit. The attendant at the door didn't give you any trouble, did she? I was originally going to have Sun Wen meet you downstairs, but I figured you weren't short on the money. Besides, it's good for young people like you to frequent such high-end establishments."

This bit of politeness was a perfect, high-minded excuse for her deliberately making things difficult for him.

Sun Wen, who was always haughty and spoke his mind, chewed on a toothpick and said with a sneer, "Must have taken quite the effort to scrape together that half a million, huh? Thinking you had to spare no expense to catch the prize? Heh, how naive!"

Du Jun agreed, but her attention was on Chen Yang's appearance. It had to be said, he was remarkably handsome, almost flawless! What a pity. This isn't a society where you can get by on looks alone. Without real power, what good is a handsome face?

But Du Jun, having orchestrated this meeting, was not one to speak so bluntly. She smiled and asked, "You're Chen Yang, right? I heard you're a Centurion in the Martial Department?"

Chen Yang paused for a moment, just then remembering the identity Yang Hu had arranged for him. He smiled. "Well..."

However, Du Jun interpreted his change in expression as a sign of insecurity and cut him off. "At your age, being just a Centurion really isn't anything special."

"In fact, I recall there's a young man from the Zhou Family of Qingqiu Dao, about your age, who is already a Sixth Grade Martial General!"

Sun Wen picked up his phone to restart his game. "Honestly, Mom," he scoffed, "how can a person like him possibly compare to someone so outstanding?"

Chen Yang simply sat there, his expression unchanged.

Hah! This guy is pretty arrogant. Where does he get the confidence? Du Jun sneered inwardly, a seed of dislike sprouting in her heart.

"Let's do this," Du Jun said, getting straight to the point, having lost the patience for small talk. "The Sun Family has some connections in the Martial Department. I'll pull some strings and help you get promoted to Chiliarch. That way, you'll have both fame and fortune. And from now on, you will no longer contact my Yu."

Chen Yang shook his head slightly and said indifferently, "Auntie, I think you've misunderstood. Yu and I are actually—"

"Misunderstood what? Who doesn't see your little schemes? I'm not going to beat around the bush like my mom. Let me be blunt: you're not good enough for my sister, and the Sun Family will never accept you!"

Looking up from his game for a moment, Sun Wen mocked Chen Yang mercilessly. "Let me give you some advice, kid. You'd better learn some sense! Don't make us do this the hard way."

"Sun Wen, watch your mouth!" Du Jun chided with a raised eyebrow before turning to Chen Yang with a smile. "My son just has that sort of temper, please don't mind him. However, his words might be crude, but he isn't wrong."

"Besides, Yu is about to be engaged! Her fiancé is from the Leng Family, one of the four super-families here in Lingjin City! His name is Leng Lingyun. He's an outstanding young man, and our whole family adores him."

Du Jun went on smugly, staring at Chen Yang, expecting to see a look of inferiority and panic on his face. After all, he was just a Centurion earning a couple hundred thousand a year. A super-family like the Leng Family was an existence he could never hope to associate with in his lifetime.

However, she saw no change in his expression. His face was as calm as still water.

Just as she was about to say more, a burly figure pushed the door open, a contract in his hand.

Suddenly, Du Jun and Sun Wen whipped their heads around. Their eyes followed the figure as he walked over and came to a stop beside Chen Yang.

"Boss, when I found the owner of this teahouse, he refused to sell. But after he heard who you were, he offered to give it to us for free! In the end, I offered sixty million, purchasing it at ten million over the market price!"

Yang Hu placed the contract in front of Chen Yang. "You just need to sign here."

What?!

His words struck them like a bolt of lightning, leaving Du Jun and Sun Wen utterly speechless and dumbfounded.

Sixty million? To buy this teahouse? That was an incredible sum! But... but how could a mere Centurion have so much money?

What shocked them most was what Yang Hu had said: "...after he heard who you were, he offered to give it to us for free!"

What kind of identity could cause someone to do a complete 180, from refusing to sell to offering something worth fifty or sixty million for free? This... this didn't make any sense!

Chen Yang took the pen Yang Hu offered and signed his name without asking for any details.

After handing the contract back to Yang Hu, Chen Yang stood up and smiled at Du Jun. "Auntie, since you enjoy tea, please come back often. All expenses will be on me."

Du Jun was speechless.

This man... his presence is overwhelming. Who on earth is he? Just moments ago, I was presumptuously offering to pull strings to get him a promotion. Does he even need my help? ...

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